By: Charles Aldux

11/24/2022

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The Egyptian Slave

What was the price you bought me for?

I’m glad you sold me.

As I was sick of those sycophantic romantic chores.

Oh, the pain, oh the gore.

But what for? What for?

You sold me to this prism…

The prison of my mind.

What was there and what would I find?

Nothing, for even there you had robbed me blind.

The enslavement kept me in your rancid basement.

But now, what is reality is also what is torment.

What was this useless vacancy of my mind?

To this day I still seek to find.

The days go by faster, but I still have no master.

And I am trapped amid this pyramidic prism.

That relays indefinitely detailing such horrific depictions.

So, as I continue to stare at these yellow brick-like walls nary made of plaster.

My mind is befogged by these conniptions.

As all I can hear are the archaic recited tomes of the ancient Egyptians.